Words with some return,
Diminished if insincere
Turn to flattery.
poetry
Summer Pork Plate
Barbecued pulled pork
Paired with garden tomatoes
Side of fresh squash chips.
Overtures to Code Red
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Quake I
Overwhelmed by faults
Crazed and puzzled for a while
Mother Nature shrugs.
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Quake II
Earth shattering moves
Mother Nature turns over
Deadly consequence.
The First Folly
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Trouble in Eden
Adam and Eve fell from grace
Succumbed to evil
An apple a day
Not a good way to begin
According to God
Adam and Eve’s lapse
Start of original sin
So the story goes.
Floral Salsa
Sway of the flower
Moved by a breeze, or a sneeze
Dances like a tease.
The Quiet Perennial
Silent eavesdropper
Secret life of a flower
A natural spy.
Everyday Diva
Always demanding
She thinks she is royalty
Has to have her way.
Cartoonish antics
Reflected in her selfies
Though no one dares say
Quite a tongue lasher
Temper tantrums her mainstay
Her crown is for play.
Libation Nation
Drink and be merry,
Happy Hour starts at five sharp,
Or any time today.
From draft to craft beer,
Whiskies, daiquiris, coolers,
Liqueurs, wines, and more
Thirst quenchers galore,
Choose your poison, fill ‘er up,
Slurp until you burp.
Make My Monday
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I’ll make my bed
I’ll make my breakfast
I’ll even make it out the door
But, make my Monday.
The first day of the week
Makes me feel weak
Thinking of it makes me ill
More so than paying a bill.
I’ll crawl back to bed
I’ll forget breakfast
I’ll lock the door.
Make my Monday.
Leave
I couldn’t believe
He told me to leave;
This nice gnome
From his cozy home.
Me, his roommate
Since 2008.
Why the boot?
I’m just an old coot?
My space is a hole
Not even much for a vole
I’m a plain pushover,
I only eat your leftover.
I will admit
For longer than a bit,
I’ve been filling up your studio
I never thought I’d outgrow
But why couldn’t you be a diplomat,
And not simply call me a FAT RAT?
Karina Pinella 
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